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So every once in awhile, I do some recording of where I want to end up, or what I want to do in life. This, again, is one of those times.
And to whoever actually reads this journal anymore, I apologize in advance.
First of all, I don't want to be a banker forever. Maybe another 30 years or so. Until I can retire with a decent pension and maybe some IRAs and investments to start my own business. Then, here comes the fun part...
I want to make booze. Seriously.
I've had a lot of dreams as a young person. I wanted to be a rock star. I wanted to be a secret agent. I wanted to be a chef. I wanted to be a firefighter. I wanted to be a writer. Mostly (except for the secret agent) I have wanted to do things that helped people and made them happy. To bring people together. And most of the things I wanted to be when I grew up were professions that stereotypically ended up being drunks. So I'll simply be an enabler.
I made beer once. You can ask Greg how it turned out. Better yet, I'll just say myself that it was amazing. And it was fun. There's no better feeling in the world than the feeling that you've created something. And especially if that something makes other people happy. And if it's delicious.
I'm not sure yet if I want to make beer, or vodka, or whiskey, or wine... well, probably not wine unless I can make a good Riesling. And there's thousands of crazy beers out there. Probably whiskey or vodka. Something I could make locally, out of what grows in New England.
The best part is that Shannon is all for this. Besides the fact that she's a drunk like me, we both think it would make for a great life. A slower existence. Spending most of our time waiting for something to be perfect. Creating something great. And who knows, maybe making something else that New England would be known for. Creating some sort of new family tradition. Maybe now we could be known for making money from booze instead of booze being the reason we lose it all.
But what do I know, this is probably just another pipe dream. From a frustrated mind that knows he's meant for something more than being just another banker. More than a guy on the phone telling you that you can't have your overdraft fees back.
It would be nice. Then if we grow into a big company, I can hire all of my friends to work for me and pay them far too much money. And make them all "Senior Vice President" of something. Oh, yes... it would be so nice.
And to whoever actually reads this journal anymore, I apologize in advance.
First of all, I don't want to be a banker forever. Maybe another 30 years or so. Until I can retire with a decent pension and maybe some IRAs and investments to start my own business. Then, here comes the fun part...
I want to make booze. Seriously.
I've had a lot of dreams as a young person. I wanted to be a rock star. I wanted to be a secret agent. I wanted to be a chef. I wanted to be a firefighter. I wanted to be a writer. Mostly (except for the secret agent) I have wanted to do things that helped people and made them happy. To bring people together. And most of the things I wanted to be when I grew up were professions that stereotypically ended up being drunks. So I'll simply be an enabler.
I made beer once. You can ask Greg how it turned out. Better yet, I'll just say myself that it was amazing. And it was fun. There's no better feeling in the world than the feeling that you've created something. And especially if that something makes other people happy. And if it's delicious.
I'm not sure yet if I want to make beer, or vodka, or whiskey, or wine... well, probably not wine unless I can make a good Riesling. And there's thousands of crazy beers out there. Probably whiskey or vodka. Something I could make locally, out of what grows in New England.
The best part is that Shannon is all for this. Besides the fact that she's a drunk like me, we both think it would make for a great life. A slower existence. Spending most of our time waiting for something to be perfect. Creating something great. And who knows, maybe making something else that New England would be known for. Creating some sort of new family tradition. Maybe now we could be known for making money from booze instead of booze being the reason we lose it all.
But what do I know, this is probably just another pipe dream. From a frustrated mind that knows he's meant for something more than being just another banker. More than a guy on the phone telling you that you can't have your overdraft fees back.
It would be nice. Then if we grow into a big company, I can hire all of my friends to work for me and pay them far too much money. And make them all "Senior Vice President" of something. Oh, yes... it would be so nice.